For
some, finding the answer to the meaning of life is akin to finding the female
orgasm; on paper, the issue appears deceivingly straight forward, yet in
practice, the search usually ends in a cul-de-sac. Which is why, I think,
religion is still strong in this modern and scientific epoch. Fabricating a
Higher Omnipotent Power (or the plural), must have been a comfort to our
earliest ancestors. Their undeveloped brains (as compared, of course, to our
modern super brains) must have found the notion of simply living with no
purpose unfathomable. Thus, the first gods were created to alleviate any fears
of the unknown, life’s purpose and ultimately, death. I have a theory that the
first time this intriguing question was asked, it was asked in response to an
earlier, even more enigmatic question. Picture this: our ancestors were one day
enjoying their normal everyday life, grunting and pounding their chests and
what not, when a strange, flightless bird crossed one side of a foot-beaten
path to the other side, identical to the first. What was the reason for this
strange phenomenon? Why did this bird choose to ‘cross the road’ so to speak?
Wait, thought our noble ancestors. What is the meaning of the existence of this
strange animal? Which of course led them to our question. For animals, the
meaning of life is straight forward: find a mate, produce offspring, eat and
sleep, usually in this exact order of priority. They don’t care for
intricacies and metaphysics. As long as they eat and pass on their genes to the
next generation. The study of animals’ priorities in life soon provided early
philosophers with an answer: the meaning of life must be to perpetuate our
existence by reproducing! This ‘eureka’ moment only went to show humanity’s chief
desire, a vicious vice in my opinion; immortality. Yes, we all want to live
forever, and those who pretend otherwise can pick up a gun, turn off the safety
catch, place the barrel in their mouths and pull the trigger (n.b. make sure
the gun is loaded to achieve maximum results).
As we
developed as organisms, and our brains grew in size, and our understanding of
the world improved, some of us broke away from
the-meaning-of-life-is-to-perpetuate-our-existence-through-reproduction school
of philosophy to more thoughtful observations. Now, belonging to a ‘Big Three’
religion, I personally believe in God. I also believe in the theory of
evolution and the Big Bang. This may seem extremely paradoxical, but I shall
explain myself another time, in a blog about religion. But I digress. Back to
the point, when the first of the Big Three came in, Abraham being the
harbinger/father, the meaning of life reverted to that of our earliest
ancestors. The meaning of life, is of course, to please God on this Earth in
order to gain membership to that exclusive empyrean club! Simples.
This
was too simple for some, and thus the atheists and agnostics (euphemisms for
infidels) were born. Fast forward through Jesus' and Muhammad’s time, through
to the medieval period, philosopher’s continued relentlessly in their search
for the meaning of life. Others, like the Arab philosopher ibn Sina (known as
Avicenna in the West), came with answers that were agreeable with religion and
profoundly sensible. However, what pleases one does not necessarily please
another, and this was discovered after much annoyance. So the search for The
Answer continued.
Despite
their overwhelming knowledge, the philosopher’s seemed to have missed
something. They did not seem to notice that each proposed answer to The
Question was logical. They did not seem to notice that each new answer simply
built on the last. In short, the philosopher’s were essentially saying the same
thing for the past aeon, but with different accents. And if there was a
radically different new answer, all the better! Humanity was developing. Even
more important, individually, we were developing, both philosophically and
emotionally. Thus, surely through experience, the meaning of life is
self-development? Until the day we die, we endeavour to better ourselves,
to increase our store of knowledge. After all, knowledge is power.
Think about it. Take five minutes off the screen,
close your eyes, and try to find some fault with my philosophy.
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